Chapter Seven
Bosco's POV
One of the nurses ushered me and Faith to a waiting room. I paced across the room,
for at least half an hour. Finally Faith spoke up,
'' Bos, sit down, you're wearing a hole in the floor.''
'' Yeah, yeah.''
I begrudgingly sat down into one of the uncomfortable chairs. I always have hated
hospitals. Always. Ever since I was a kid, and I was the one getting poked and
prodded by some nitwit doctor. I hoped that they were doing better with Maritza.
Future Maritza's POV
Bosco had finally stopped pacing. He had always done that when he was fed up, or
frustrated. I wanted to calm him down, but again, he couldn't see or hear me, so that
wouldn't work. Also my stomach was in knots. My future might be terrible, but I might
have just killed myself, in my quest to save Bosco. I didn't want to think about that.
That myself could be dead, and that it was because of my advice. Although, who
could have forseen that Faith would be creeping around the back of the room, and
that she would actually shoot straight for once. I remember Bosco telling me how they
had tutored each other during the academy. He tutored her in shooting, and she
tutored him in the textbook material.
I chuckled, Bosco never had the patience for books.
Faith's POV
I watched Bosco sit in a chair, a few away from mine. He held his head in his hands,
and leaned his elbows on his knees. I hated to see him like this. He always was the
strong one between us. I'd fall apart on a call, and he'd be there to help me pick up
the pieces. But seeing him like this, was not something familar, and so it hurt. I wasn't
sure what to do, he may not want to be comforted, that would show he looked weak.
And if you're Maurice Boscorelli, weak is one thing you're not.
And if I had been through the life he had, maybe I'd understand why he held on so
tightly to the people he cared about.
Bosco's POV
One of the nurses ushered me and Faith to a waiting room. I paced across the room,
for at least half an hour. Finally Faith spoke up,
'' Bos, sit down, you're wearing a hole in the floor.''
'' Yeah, yeah.''
I begrudgingly sat down into one of the uncomfortable chairs. I always have hated
hospitals. Always. Ever since I was a kid, and I was the one getting poked and
prodded by some nitwit doctor. I hoped that they were doing better with Maritza.
Future Maritza's POV
Bosco had finally stopped pacing. He had always done that when he was fed up, or
frustrated. I wanted to calm him down, but again, he couldn't see or hear me, so that
wouldn't work. Also my stomach was in knots. My future might be terrible, but I might
have just killed myself, in my quest to save Bosco. I didn't want to think about that.
That myself could be dead, and that it was because of my advice. Although, who
could have forseen that Faith would be creeping around the back of the room, and
that she would actually shoot straight for once. I remember Bosco telling me how they
had tutored each other during the academy. He tutored her in shooting, and she
tutored him in the textbook material.
I chuckled, Bosco never had the patience for books.
Faith's POV
I watched Bosco sit in a chair, a few away from mine. He held his head in his hands,
and leaned his elbows on his knees. I hated to see him like this. He always was the
strong one between us. I'd fall apart on a call, and he'd be there to help me pick up
the pieces. But seeing him like this, was not something familar, and so it hurt. I wasn't
sure what to do, he may not want to be comforted, that would show he looked weak.
And if you're Maurice Boscorelli, weak is one thing you're not.
And if I had been through the life he had, maybe I'd understand why he held on so
tightly to the people he cared about.